How are you, I wonder now, why I hadn't thought of it, at least in words? Graphically, I ride a lime green scooter. (It was a crocodile, wasn't it?) Then I read you. I see no visible flaws. It was great what you wrote. Somehow I think along similar lines, if I wanted to write and you come up with some great stuff. Electricity should be one of the human rights, the internet (I think I read something about it), colors and even writing paper.
I see the sun shining from my window, everything is broken glass right now. I use what's available between faulty lights.
I think, where have you been all your life? We would have written 50 novels halfway through by now, hahaha. At this hour, from an island, how are you?

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